THE SEA-SERPENT. 
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eyes of mirth ? Can you picture the forms on 
the canvas spread at the International Rooms of 
Art, or draw figures with ink, either black or 
red, that like these seem ready to speak, or start 
from their gilded frames, and ask you to take a 
ticket in one of the raffles there, or tell you 
Miranda would blush to wake and find her bosom 
so cold and bare ? Can you take the dome of the 
State House down, and wash it clean in the 
Fountain pond, — bring Bunker Hill Monument 
into town, or a comet secure from the eyes of 
Bond ? Can you tell how many men there are 
go out of town ere the first of May, or why they 
had much rather by far their tax in the country 
than city pay ? — In short, can you tell why the 
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old South End has gone up town two miles or so ? 
how far Boston would extend, provided you’d 
give it room to grow ? or when the new balloon 
will start, that’s bound for San Francisco Bay, 
or when any true and noble heart will cease to 
honor Harry Clay ? When you tell me this, to 
you I ’ll tell some other things that are strange 
